It is said that the thick winter has arrived, and when it comes to the day when the air becomes thunder, a thousand scenes, a slaughter. Humanity is "a road from ancient Huashan", which means that Huashan is towering and steep, like a lonely peak independent, straight into the sky. This winter's Huashan is even more steep and abnormal. The gray-black winter clouds swirled around the high peaks, and the straight peaks loomed. After a while, the mountain wind blew a thick cloud, enveloping the peaks, and a trace was seen, and after a while, the thick clouds gradually receded, and the towering peaks gradually leaked out again. The erratic thick clouds make Huashan in winter more mysterious and full of murderous atmosphere.

On this morning, when the sky was not bright, Zhou Budo heard the howling mountain wind and could no longer sleep; when he listened to it, there seemed to be a "rustling" sound, and the sky seemed to be snowing. He simply got up, put on his clothes, and opened the door. "Huh~~~" A gust of mountain wind blew, carrying snowflakes the size of a sheet, and rushed towards Yue Buqun, and his body was immediately covered with snowflakes, as if he had become a snowman.

Zhou Budo couldn't help but take two steps back and shouted: "What a big snow!"

Zhou Budo calmed down, stroked his abdomen with both hands, his eyes were half-closed, and used the qi of the dantian to force back the cold qi that suddenly attacked, and then shook his spirit, stepped out of the door again, and came to a clearing in front of the sword qi rushing into the sky.

This vacant land is four or five acres in size, and it is the place where Zhou Budo and other Qi Sect fellow sects usually practice. I don't know how long the snow has been falling, but it has already covered the training ground of Ruoda tightly, more than five inches thick, and people "creak" when they step on it, and it is not up to the ankles. Zhou Budo sighed, and the white mist gushed out from his mouth, and then dissipated without a trace in an instant.

Zhou Budo silently thought in his heart: "In such weather, the practice is just right!"

Zhou Budo tied his belt, and as soon as he got up, a harrier turned over, and then a "round pile" opened the frame. After standing for a while, Zhou Budo had already felt countless air currents spraying out of the pores of his body, his clothes were soaked, as if he had been fished out of water, and the steam on his head met the cold air and formed hoarfrost, and Zhou Budo seemed to have several pure white mountain images behind him.

By this time the sky was getting brighter. Zhou Budo retracted his fists and feet, adjusted his breath, and then stood still.

He looked far away, and only then did he realize that there was a white expanse all around. The mountains in the distance were undulating, and they were not covered in silver, and their original appearance was gone. From a distance, the undulating mountains seem to be layered on top of each other, and the waves are higher than the waves, and the mountains and seas are overwhelming, coming from far and near.

The snow is still falling. The snowflakes are as dense as silk, constantly drifting and piling up to the mountains, to the earth, to the forests, to the houses, and to everything in the world. Zhou Budo retracted his gaze and looked around. Half a foot of snow had piled up on the roof of the house where he lived, and there was no trace of thatch on the roof. He looked at the nearby woods again. These are mostly hardy pines and cypresses, which still stand proudly in the wind and snow, tall and majestic. It's just that the side branches seem to have lost their grip on the heavy snow and have begun to droop, while the thinner branches have begun to break. Just now, in front of Yue Buqun's eyes, a few small bowls of thick branches could not bear the burden of snow, and they broke off with a "click", shaking off a piece of snow mist.

Now Zhou Budo lives here alone. This is a secret practice place set up by the Huashan Sect Qi Sect, and Zhou Qingxuan, the head of the Qi Sect, named it "Jingguan Dojo". Yesterday it was very lively. Uncle Ning Qinglin led a group of people to practice hard here, preparing to participate in the sword competition of the Huashan faction sword sect with different sects of the same faction. The two sides have been discussing this proposed competition for a long time, and it has been decided that the fight will start in the near future, and the countdown has begun. This contradiction between the same sect and different sects has been going on for a long time, and if it is not for anything else, it is because they are not convinced by each other, and they all think that this sect is the authentic sect of the Huashan faction, and the other party is a different kind, and the other party must be included in their own banner. What should we do if we are not convinced by each other? We have no choice but to compete in the arena.

The atmosphere between the two sides was already very tense, but the day before yesterday, Zhou Qingxuan, the head of the sect, rejected Xue Hou's good intentions, which greatly offended this Jing Nan noble, and the elders of the Huashan Sword Sect criticized Zhou Qingxuan for it. Zhou Qingxuan only wanted to settle the matter, according to his calculations, he would not live long today, and it would be another change of heaven in the future, and if he didn't get it, he would have to repeat the story of Jingjing, and then Xue Liuzi would still have the heart to come over and be difficult for the Huashan faction?

What's more, Huashan itself is not easy to mess with, aside from going to Nanyang to seek a living in these years, and now the Huashan Outer Disciples who have stayed in Shaanxi have become teachers and those who have not been taught add up to nearly 5,000 people, all over every corner of Shaanxi Chengxuan Political Envoy Division. There are hundreds of inner disciples, and they are even more elite, and the Taihua Great Array handed down by Guangningzi, the ancestor of Huashan, is enough to resist the masters of the imperial court Jinyi Guard, and the heavenly danger Huashan is enough to resist millions of heroes. As for the Huashan faction that has been in the northwest for many years, not to mention the connection with the local cottages and heroes.

Zhou Qingxuan dared to say that as long as the imperial court still wanted the northwest, he would not dare to move the Huashan faction.

Naturally, the premise is that Huashan accompanies himself without problems. If the Huashan faction fights on its own, it means that the imperial court will not come, and the Huashan faction, which has no absolute military superiority, will also be countered by the many sects of the Northwest Martial Arts that were suppressed by the Huashan faction in the past.

But it seems that in the past hundred years, the Huashan faction has really run out of luck. Zhou Qingxuan never expected that in this life-and-death catastrophe, it was not Xue Qingling, who proposed to compete with the sword, not Liu Qingyan, who had been trying to ask the Sword Sect to go to war with the Qi Sect for more than ten years, and Teng Qingshan, who was not the first brainchild of the Sword Sect and even the Huashan Sect, but Liu Qingyan, who was the most stable in the Qi Sect.

Under the provocation, the sons of the Sword Sect, who only wanted to take advantage of something, could not bear the humiliation and promised to agree. The colonel, which was originally scheduled for the end of the year, became the last performance of the two sword qi sects on Huashan, and it also became the first and last large-scale infighting of the Huashan faction.

And at this juncture, the only thing that can decide the outcome of the two cases, and neither of them can be assured, suddenly received a letter, saying that he wanted to marry a daughter to repay his kindness, otherwise he would marry in the dark. In desperation, Feng Qingyang could only resign to the head of the family and go down the mountain to Jiangnan.

lost the weight of Feng Qingyang, which can influence the situation, that is, went to the last floodgate to stop the internal strife in Huashan. The infighting of the Huashan faction is imperative.

Zhou Qingxuan is also a character who can afford to let go, since he can't stop the fierce infighting between the two sects of sword qi, then fight. The outer disciples in the faction who were connected with the Sword Sect had already been sent to Mochizuki City on Luzon Island in the South Seas in batches, and there were also family heirs who went with them, and the Sword Sect exhausted its mind to buy the outer disciples, and turned into a bubble under the overturning of Zhou Qingxuan's palm.

Now if you want to defeat the Qi Sect, the Sword Sect can only rely on itself, and only on itself. It's just that after this infighting, I really don't know how many of the Huashan elders with more than 30 Qingzi generations will survive when the time comes. The Huashan faction used to dominate the northwest and shake the proud strength of the rivers and lakes, and I don't know how much it can remain.

Zhou Budo returned to the room, wiped his sweat with a towel, and thought about whether he wanted to take a shower and change clothes. At this time, Yue Buqun ran up from the bottom of the mountain, and shouted as he ran: "Senior brother, senior brother." ”

Zhou Budo frowned and said, "Didn't you let you stare at Uncle Feng?

Yue Buqun, who was out of breath when he was running, sorted out his meter and calmed his breath. Said: "Big... Senior brother, Uncle Feng... After Uncle Feng said goodbye to the head of the house, he returned to his courtyard, picked up and cleaned up, and left. It should be almost time to reach the mountain gate by now. No matter how fast it is... If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop it. ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Zhou Budo didn't bother to change his clothes, so he directly used his internal strength to force his clothes dry, and ran directly down the mountain. (To be continued.) )